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Damn..I am so tired. After trying (in vain) to run and be inspired by one of my friends, who lost damn a lot of weight..my thighs could onlie take me so far. But I would say that it is a good improvement from last week when I could barely run one round. And that now, when I don't have a company like the last time, with my brother, it would have gotten a bit lonesome. But I kinda liked to breathe in the fresh air and just enjoy my exercise. Of course the disadvantage of walking and running around the park several times, was getting a tad bit boring..what with all the repeated sceneries (blue stairs rail, basketball court, fitness station, carpark...repeat after me..blue stairs rail, basketball....), and in my head, there is no song that I can recite..which is odd, if you ask me. So, i just stuck to counting..losing my count....counting again.....but it felt good just sweating it out. And I always had this phobia someone will just suddenly 'encourage' me to run faster so I s…

eurgh..the agony of having someone opening the door when you are still in the toilet. my young brother and I shared the same toilet, which is the handicapped toilet that's more spacious and erm..it helps to curb his fear of going into the toilet alone. Long story. Anyway, my mum called halfway and after he's done, i told him to turn away to talk to my mum and well..u know...As I was pulling down my skirt (thank god i was done with the business), I looked at the door handle as if not closed properly. Then it happened. A guy swung open the door. Already expecting the unexpected, I acted 'cool' though it must have been weird for him...how do i know? he stared for a good few seconds...PeRv! My brother kinda laughed and I was like...why you didn't close the door properly?! He said he did..but being kids..always in denial...would try to cover up their mistakes. Anyway, finished or not with the business, it was still darn embarassing..and it just HAD to be a guy opening t…

A walk in the park is easy peasy...after a few good years since the last time I stepped foot in the park nearby my home, I was back again at around 8 plus. Everytime, I passed by that park in the bus, whenever I went to a neighbouring shopping mall, it brought a flashback to my mind how I tried to exercise there, by jogging and walking as part of my training for my 2.4km. It was lonesome..tiring...in the end, I onlie went there twice. But I had wanted to go back there and tried my luck again..even after I am no longer in school and therefore subjected to the torturing (at least in my terms) napfa test. Eurgh..the agony.But my recent efforts to stay healthy, for the purpose of feeling good and losing some weight in the process, brought me back to the park. This time with some company; my brother. It helps to know that there is someone slower than me..wahahaha.....but nevertheless, it doesn't feel so lonesome anymore. Even my effort to go down to the gym (next thursday) is not witho…

Eurgh..sometimes I am rather ashamed of myself of being so so lazy...sometimes, doing something that will onlie relatively take me a few seconds, if I am damn tired, I wouldn't do. Mundane things like switching off the switches of my pc, charging my hp, and adjusting the alarm. Then today, the consequence of me, of not doing all three before I go to bed, ended up with my bro and my mum waking up barely 15 minutes before the school bus comes. And, err....of course, me trying to 'protect' myself, said that I did adjust the alarm time as my handphone tends to do something funnie: either it beeps non-stop, beeps every 1 min even after I press the button to end the misery (and mine too..) or never beep. At all. The last one is the most frustrating which often led me being accused of not adjusting the alarm though at times, I swear I did.

I can't remember if I did adjust the time as for the latest incident but onlie remembered holding it before I just fell asleep on the dot. …

Happie Bdae to You Nats...everyone's favourite FRIEND..in times of need...and in times of some company...and in times of some good 'ol treat..(heh heh..)...wanna wish u a very happie...

24th Birthdae to YoU..!!!!!! there can onlie be one natasha singh....and the onlie one deserved to be pampered on that very day..thanks for being my friend esp during my times of need like the chicken pox incident and the friendly loan...know wat? think we're better friends than before from back in school. Let's hope we keep in touch for a longer time.

you know what?!! I finallie went to the gym at work..woohoo! It brought back fresh memories from the time me and nats worked out together at the school gym when I was on the treadmill. This time the treadmill is a lot bigger (and more scarier, I mz add) and has a lot of functions, supposedly helping us to determine the kind of speed and slope inclination during our walk. I did for half an hour and though it was tiring, it was reallie cool to see my flushed face all over again..after a good workout. Instant radiant! It helps having a buddie who is also keen to lose weight. For now, my target is to lose 6 kg. I mean..that's mediocre, I know...but it's not THAT easie to lose that amount in a matter of one month onlie. Unless u enlisted help. EXPENSIVE help. I try to aim at that first, and then another 6 and another 6..that sort of thing.I went to meet my friend, Rasool, after so long. I knew she was having tests and exams around the same timing and studying at a local community c…

Wow. They finallie made a movie..a big budget one at that...based on the book by my fav author..Clive CussleR...woo hoo!!! I mean it didn't occur to me that someone would take an interest in making a movie out of his book. I mean..okay...when I saw the trailor on a tv in the bus, it occured to me..hey, that word 'sahara' sound damn familiar. Then it struck me...no it can't be....they probably onlie heard of tom clancy. But then on the radio, they were doing a promo and the deejay mentioned about the storyline..and gasp...she mentioned the name 'DIRK PITT'...AarrggGhh...!!!! That's..that's....the one from CLIVE CUSSLER!!!!! ARrrrggGh...of all the novels, why must it be THAT one?!!! Okay..I AM a fan..but that sahara book is kinda snooze-worthy.....it's so out of the mode that Clive Cussler writes. Normally he writes about some sunken ancient ships that held secrets that the bad guys are dying to get their hands on to take over the world. But, I DID tr…

my mum has been rather tensed..ever since my aunt's marriage is on the rocks and she agonizes over how my aunt kept giving her empty promises from the start as if playing a fool out of her. She promised her gold bangles, which I saw with my own eyes, she bringing her in, and then backing out saying maybe next time. Then when my father got his own contributions from the govt, she was the one making so much noise about it and my mum bought for her a piece of gold jewellery. Even the curtains, which she paid over 1000 to customise for her house, she promised to give to my mum and in the end, gave to another of her relative, supposedly already rich enough to afford their own.

Yesterday, she cried after my aunt told her a sobbing story of her life, living under little money now, after her husband suddenly tot he's a young man all over again. But the way she puts it, it's like my mum has never suffered before and my aunt onlie talks about getting rich, putting her money into thi…

I invested in a 6 dollar microfon for my pc. And after uploading a sound file from my handphone to my email....it was so great..that i decided to upload to my main profile. check it out at the sidebar.

For now...let's come up with ingenius way of putting a new form of blogging: 'audioblogging' without paying a cent. Using that 6 dollar microfon instead..harhar...

I had a horrible dream last nite. No, not reallie that horrible but I somehow dreamt I was in this room. FOrgot why I was there in the first place. I onlie remembered there was one of my colleagues there. Then we had to do the unspeakable. Someone was gonna take our weight. Err..u can scoff about that 'unspeakable' act but ever since school, I hated taking weights..for obvious reasons. THough in my dreams, the weight-taker seemed to put on an expressionless face when saying out the weight, wat troubled me more was the weighing machine. It has a display, just like that of a cash register, where it displays how much u have to pay. But this one looks like one of those alarm clocks that will flash the time in huge digi numbers. When it came to my turn, something happened. I walked up the weighing machine cautiously and guessed what? The machine displayed odd numbers, like u know how a calculater looked like when u dip in waters..something like that lah. Then the weight-taker tot t…

I'm finallie doing something about my yahoo auctions after realising that i..ahem..put on weight...and that having people getting thinner and thinner around me doesn't help. AT ALL. I'm selling my clothes. Oh, and u know what is more sickening? Them lamenting about how fat they are....then giving me this...'should i tell her she's fat too?' kinda look. OH bullz....anyway, I dont go around putting on a mop for a face and just relish on how fat I am becoming nowadays. Last time, I did a diet check, there's nothing drastic which I did, that involves stuffing myself. Even the good 'ol..er..old chang kee...I limit it to once a week. I mean, how CAN I manage to do that? Simple. It's the act of nature, I suppose. Everytime, I am tempted to buy my fav chicken fat..I mean, wrap, there's ALWAYS someone with a big butt standing there and about to buy. While I relish in buying onlie one pathetic chicken wrap, they seemed to buy more than that. Okay, at…

How's working life so far? So far so good...hehe..I'm kinda in a good company now, one of my original good friends when I first started werk. She has a pleasant personality and it's a pleasure talking to her too..besides she's my age too so we understand each other's sentiments. But you know how it is sometimes....somehow one person can get along better than the other person, if let's say there's more than two person in the group. We had this 'floater'...someone who'll come in our team temporarily to help out if one of us is taking half day or is on medical leave. The way they communicated, it's like they have a thousand of things to talk about. On the day before, they had worked with each other before and so did I the last week with the same person. But it's like they had worked for days. But who am I compared to her..I am 'boring'..hahaha....both of them share the interests in watching indonesian so-called real life 'horror…

Can someone finallie tell me I can blog? Oh I can alreadi? Haiz after more than a year of trying to write in a relatively unknown journal site, it gave me a problem even though it provided a new feature previously reserved for those with a paid service: the ability to change the template or the layout of the site. However, to cut the story short...after a few times of having to write with lots of angst, lots of blood and tears and lots of bullshit, everytime i tried to 'submit', the whole thing went back to square..a.k.a....a blank space. WAAAaaatttt the....??!!!!So haiz..now I have to change my status to a blogger and that means...writing shorter stuffs..but fret not, being rahayuthelongwinded, i would still write wateva my brain asked me or the extent the person i'm writing about pissed me off. So like any regular blogger, who are anti-society, they would come up with a layout different from other bloggers to attract attention so that they know they are writing for a rea…